Page 35 of Falling Faster
The music throbbing from the speakers switches to a steady beat and I recognize the song as one I helped compose for Wild Intention, the first band Furious Records signed. To my left, Cody pulls Luke into matching his dance moves. I knew the pair would get along.
Ty tips his head, listening. "Hey, that song is on my Craig playlist."
Smiling, I set my beer on the table then slip my other arm around him. We sway, off beat, to the song. "I should start a Ty playlist. All the songs we dance to."
He brushes his hand along the back of my neck. "I remember the one we kissed to at the bar the day we met. I like the idea of a Craig and Ty, special moments playlist."
"So do I." Lowering my head, I meet his waiting lips. His taste has been imprinted on my brain, and having it again, I realize how much I've craved him.
Ty sighs and settles against me, his hand diving into my hair as the kiss goes deeper. His lips part and he whispers my name, continuing with the roll of his hips and graze of his torso against mine. My hands flex and roam his back, the ripple of his muscles as he moves reminds me of us together in the hotel room the night before he flew back to Buffalo.
I want him again. Now. Desperately. The month we've been apart has built up to a deluge of desire. Ty's close enough for me to touch. He's here, live, not stuck behind a video screen.
We've spent time with everyone and as much as I love them, I want to wrap myself around Ty and hide away from the world. No distractions, just him and me, exploring this connection. Being each other’s sole focus.
I drag my mouth from his and lean back, tracing my finger along the edge of his lower lip. "Let's go back to my room."
His hand curls into my shirt, right over my heart. The banked heat in his eyes grows brighter as his gaze searches mine. "Yeah?"
"I need you."
Ty nods, smiles, and releases his hold on my shirt, only to trail his fingers down my stomach and then link our hands together. "Let's go."
I draw him toward the doors. Patrick looks up. So do Cody and Luke. I wave to them and point to the exit. The music's too loud for them to hear me, and if we go over to them, I'm afraid we'll get caught up in more conversations.
Patrick smirks and waves us off. The security guard opens the door for us, and Ty and I step through and into the quiet hallway.
He leans his head on my shoulder as we head to the elevator. "I'm glad we hung out with everyone, and I got to meet them. But I need you too."
I tap the button then slip my arm around his shoulders. "I'm sorry about springing everyone on you. I didn't know they were coming until they knocked on my door. You arrived about five minutes after them."
"It's nice that they surprised you." Ty traces his fingers along the rose tattoo on my forearm. The elevator doors open and we step inside the car.
I hit the button for my floor. "This is not the way I thought our weekend would go. I'll make it up to you."
He slides his hand along my jaw and steps closer so he's all I see. "It's fine. I got to meet the most important people in your life. That's big, and I'm happy it happened. You've met Slater and Noah, so you've met mine too."
Grasping his hips, I pull him against me. "You're amazing. Do you know that?"
"I feel that way, around you." His gaze turns shy and he ducks his face into my neck.
I stroke my hand over his back, struck by his sweetness. The car stops at my floor and the doors open.
Ty pulls away. There's a flush in his cheeks. We head down the hallway. He waits while I dig the keycard from my pocket then follows me into the room.
"Make yourself comfortable." After kicking off my sneakers, I set my wallet on my suitcase. Ty moves his bag so it's beside mine and toes off his sneakers. Those tiny superhero symbols cover his socks.
He dips his hands into his pockets and bites his lip. With his chin tipped toward his chest, he looks at me, and that muted heat in his gaze blazes brighter. "You do, you know."
"I do, what?"
"Make me comfortable." He steps closer, tracing hisfingers along my arms. "People underestimate how important that is. I can be myself with you. I'm safe with you. That's a huge thing to me."
"I understand what you mean. Not having to keep a guard up is freeing." I bend my head and he lifts his to meet me halfway, and we sink into the kiss. I can relax with him too, and don't have to worry about being something that I'm not.
My hands close over his shoulders and I sweep them up his neck, then down again, and keep going lower, dragging my fingers over that soft T-shirt until I reach the hem. He helps me draw it up his torso and over his head, and when I twist to toss it onto the other bed, the warmth of his fingers sliding under my shirt, teasing along my skin encourages me to hurry.
I get rid of my shirt, throwing it in the general direction of the other bed without looking. Ty stoops to mouth kisses along my chest, and his hands work to open my jeans.
